I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

He laughed, and the sound reduced the pain of every sore place on my body to the dullest ache.

What do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

They call it 'falling in love' because it's less like stepping and more like tripping. Tripping is the part where you're still trying to remain upright

I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.

That’s what faith is, right?’ he says. ‘Believing in what can’t be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I’ll catch you, every time, and I won’t let go.

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.